OneShots♡ (Bradga)

Feel It Burn

Feeling inspired lately 😂
So here's another very short idea
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Stefani stumbled into their house, still feeling the lingering burn on her tongue from the Hot Ones challenge. The heat hadn’t subsided, even after chugging an absurd amount of water and milk.
The second she stepped inside, she saw him.
Bradley was standing in the open kitchen, barefoot, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and absolutely shirtless.

God, why do you have to look like that?

It was a whisper to herself, faltering her steps for a second as she took him in. His broad shoulders, his strong arms, the way his skin glowed slightly under the warm kitchen lights, it was almost unfair. The deep V of his abs disappeared into the waistband of his pants, and Stefani had to remind herself to breathe.
She shook her head, getting a grip, before finally speaking.

Hey, B.

Bradley turned to her, smiling immediately.

Hey, Stef.

His eyes traveled over her, scanning the way she was still slightly flushed from the spice.

How’d it go? Did you survive?

Oh, I survived, as you can see.

She said smugly, stepping closer.

Barely. It was really hardcore at one point, but it's okay now.

He chuckled.

That bad?

She didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him, not able to wait any longer.
At first, he melted into it like always, her lips soft and warm, molding perfectly against his. But the second her tongue slipped into his mouth, Bradley jerked back with a muffled sound of protest.

Jesus, Stef!

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, eyes wide.

What the hell was that?!

Stefani burst out laughing, barely able to breathe as she watched him react.

Oh my god, you feel it, don’t you?

She cackled.

Feel it?! My mouth is on fire! Shit!

Bradley grabbed his lips dramatically, his face scrunching up as if he’d just bitten into a Carolina Reaper himself.
Stefani giggled, licking her own lips.

Tastes kinda good, though.

Bradley shot her a look.

Tastes good? What is wrong with you?

She shrugged, grinning.

I don’t know. You just can’t handle the spice.

Oh, screw you.

He grumbled, but also laughed, rubbing his lips again, as if that would help. But Stefani wasn’t done with him.
She took a step closer, trailing her fingers slowly over his bare chest, watching how his abs flexed under her touch.

Poor baby.

She teased, her voice sultry now.

Should I make it better?

Bradley raised an eyebrow, still suspicious of her antics.

How?

She dropped to her knees. The realization dawned on him instantly, and he took a hurried step back.